CHILDREN’S POEM: A Very Famous Ostrich

A Very Famous Ostrich

 

A very famous ostrich came to town

wearing teardrop earrings and a frown.

We gave her red roses

(she tossed them in the sea)

then she bit our noses

and sang just beautifully:

 

“The people, the people,

I love the people,

every people I see.

O people, O people,

I love you people

but please: don’t look at me.”

 

She drove off in her limo and

we never saw her face again.

 

 

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POEM FOR CHILDREN: Oughtabees

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Rolli’s latest children’s book, Kabungo, won the Joan Betty Stuchner Funniest Children’s Book Award. His latest adult book, The Sea-Wave, was longlisted for the Saboteur Award. Follow Rolli on Twitter @rolliwrites.

What’s the Moon?

What’s the moon?

A PANCAKE.

And syrup is the sun.

It dumps its lovely goldenbutterstuff

on everyone.

 

                                          

From Monkey Shines, an unpublished manuscript of night-themed poetry for children.

 

A Banana

How can a

banana

be glowing up dere

so golden

and bold in

da night?

 

Dere must be

a monkey

who lugged it up dere

who licked it

and sticked it

on tight.

                                         

From Monkey Shines, an unpublished collection of night-themed children's poetry.

 

My Flavourite Favour

Orangutan, do me a flavour!

What flavour?

Orange like you, my sweet.

Just take this jar of marmalade,

and smear it on my feet.

And when my toes are stuck together, dear,

won’t that be neat?

 

I will, if you do ME a flavour.

What flavour?

Why child, a strawberry one.

Just take this triple ice-cream cone,

and melt it in the sun,

then very gently pour it on my head,

and watch it run.

 

Of course I can, orang-utan!

And you know I’LL do IT

of all the favours in the world,

THAT’S my flavourite!

 

                                        

From The Conga Lion, an unpublished collection of jungle-themed poetry for children.

 

 

Skippy!

The Skippy Warthog

(Yipee!

Look at me!)

runs

with the sun

above him.

He’s a warty,

snorty,

piggy little thing,

but his mother loves him.

 

What a fine swine,

that Skippy of mine.

Skip, Skippy, skip –

yipee!

My pride and joy!

My hairy-legged boy!

Oh, skip, Skippy, skip –

yipee!

 

Yes!

The Skippy Warthog

(Oh!

Here I go!)

runs

with the sun

above him.

He’s a zippy,

trippy,

skinny little thing,

but his mother loves him.

                                   

From The Conga Lion, an unpublished collection of jungle-themed children’s poetry.